Btw I want everyone to know 30 000 Palestinians killed in Ghazzah is not an accurate number or even estimate. This was the number that was being put out at the beginning of January, its been 2 and a half months, and the number is still around 30 000, despite the fact we have all personally witnessed nearly a hundred massacres since then through our phone screens.
The conditions are worse than ever, there is no food, there is no water, there is no shelter, there is no power. We only have 1% of the picture on the ground now. It is extremely likely that 90-95% of Ghazzah's infrastructure has been destroyed.
Do not content yourselves by saying 30 000 Palestinians have been killed. The damage is far far larger than this.
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So I'm still in the middle of watching it (so take with grain of salt), and I am enjoying the live action, but there's one major issue with it.
And that stems from the lack of life that the original had. It didn't necessarily lose the humor, but, in the process of showing the horrors of war that the original series couldn't due to being a children's show, it lost the idea that even in tragedies that life goes on.
(actual spoilers below)
Bumi is the big example of this. He's no longer fun, crazy old man with a master plan that no one understands. He no longer is Bumi. Now he's a jaded, bitter old man.
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Holiday in Avernus
T'was the night before Wintershield and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except for Raph's little mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
And, somewhere, that one peeping Tom was staring down there
The devils were nestled all snug in their beds,
With visions of the tadfools, slaughtered, in their heads;
And Haarlap in their 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a sweaty Avernus nap,
When out over the styx there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The fires on the breast of the new-fallen demons
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a mindflayer ship, and eight flying dragons,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be the Gith.
More rapid than eagles their coursers they came,
And they whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
'Now, SLASHER! now, LANCER! now, ANSER and VIXEN!
On, COMET! on QUENDOS! on, BOMBER and BLITZEN!
To the top of the ship! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!'
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the mountain the coursers they flew,
With the ship full of slaves, and mindflayers too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard the clacking of claws
The prancing and pawing of each Gith performing Krav Magaw.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney came The Blade with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of devils he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eye -- how it twinkled! his dimples how merry!
Aside him was wizards and clerics and some guy named Terry.
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin--there was none to show;
The needle of a blade he held tight in his hand,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a band;
Then another stood, a one horned lady. She seemed the gentle type, perhaps some sympathy maybe?
Behind her she pulled some disgruntled dead elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I would soon be dead;
They spoke not a word, but went straight to their work,
And stole from my stockings; took all of my work!
And raising a hammer and smashing a chain, and I found myself banished from my own domain.
They sprang to the door, to a team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew inside, shooting thirty magic missle.
But I heard them exclaim, ere they drove out of sight,
ALL THE DEVILS BELOW KNOW YOU CANT LAST ONE NIGHT.
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